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you can't eat your own lies
when you live in them

you got me fantasize of
what is like to taste them.

a heart is cold,
it's insane,
that i see your eyes,
they keep burning,
they call me,
they keep starring at me,
i'll get anxiety.

if i take another way
will you chase me?

if lose my chances now,
will it break me?

if my heart was yours,
would you be mine?

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